I just spent the last half hour singing to you in the dark. I heard you sigh as you snuggled into your blankey. The kind of perfect sigh that wordlessly tells me you are happy. As I was doing dishes and tidying up the house after a lazy saturday, I was thinking how sweet it is to be able to create 'home' for you. To make you feel safe. There isn't anything else anywhere that I'd rather be doing, nor anything else that could make me happier, or more complete. I love you, my sweet little boy. I'm so glad you are mine.
I'm so glad I'm yours. I know we are meant to be.
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